"Good night, Stefan," I said, giving him a small kiss on the lips. He smiled.

"Good night, Elena," he responded. Stefan then turned and walked off to his car. I closed the door behind me as I entered my house.

"Hey, Elena!" Jeremy and Jenna greeted from the living room. I heard guns firing from the TV. They must have been watching an action movie.

"Hey guys," I returned. "I'm going to go to my room."

"Okay," they answered. I paced up the steps and to my room. I flopped onto my bed.

Crick! I lifted my head. Crick! I considered the sound, soon realizing the sound was coming from my window. I floated off the bed and over to the window. I opened the latch, and pushed the window pane ajar. I squinted into the darkness and in the dim lighting of the street light, I see a figure. Damon.

"Damon, what're you doing?" I questioned. He smiled, his teeth brightening the darkness.

"Wanted to get your attention," he answered. "Don't those romance movies you watch feature a guy throwing pebbles at windows?"

"Yeah," I giggled, "but I'm surprised you didn't break my window."

"I have control over my strength, Elena," Damon reminded. "Now, are you coming down?"

"Now why would I do that?"

"It's a surprise. You coming or not?"

I debated. On the one hand, I could get in huge, serious trouble. On the other hand, it'd give me some along time with Damon. It was obvious.

"Do I need anything?" I asked. Damon smirked, shaking his head.

"Only you," he answered. "Now get down here!"

"How?"

"Jump."

"Jump?"

"Don't worry! I'll catch you!" I took a deep breath, and stepped out of my window. Then, clamping my lips shut, I jumped. Two seconds later, I felt two strong arms holding me.

"Told you," Damon whispered in my ear. I rolled my eyes, smiling.

"Yeah, yeah," I told him as he set me down. "Where to?"

"Right here," he answered, gesturing to the elaborate picnic displayed before my eyes, with a stereo, some champagne, a picnic blanket, and a picnic basket.

"Damon, this is amazing," I gasped.

"I was feeling romantic," he said. Damon walked over to the stereo, and turned it on. The melody to All I Need started to play. Damon looked back to me.

"Exactly one year since the Miss Mystic Falls pageant." I smiled.

"You remembered," I stated. Damon nodded, and then held out his hand.

"May I have this dance?" he uttered. I nodded, smiling wider. I placed my left hand on his shoulder and my right hand in his left as he placed his other hand on my waist. Then, we began to dance.

"I still can't believe you're such a good dancer," I commented as we glide along the grass.

"You're not so bad yourself," he said.

All too soon, the song came to an end. As the last notes played, I leaned in and kissed him, passionately. Damon pulled me closer, letting go of my hand and placing it on my right hip. Our kiss started becoming heated. A little too heated. I like it. I break off the kiss, panting.

"Sorry," he muttered.

"Don't be," I told him, smiling. I put my fore head against his, and just stood there in his arms.

"Stay with me tonight," I whispered, my heart beating quickly.

"Okay," he says, simply with a smile. He didn't understand what I meant.

"Damon," I said clearly, looking deep into his eyes, "stay with me tonight." A few seconds passed. His eyes then suddenly widened in realization.

"Elena—"

"Please," I begged, smiling. We stared at each other, and ended up having a staring contest. He sighed, smiling.

"Alright, then," he surrendered. He scooped me up bridal style, and smiled at me. I giggled, and wrapped my arms around his neck.

Damon carried me up to my room, and we experienced a night of passion, heat, and love.

* Next Morning *

The sunbeams streamed in through the window and into my eyes.

"Mmm…" I moaned. I flipped onto my side. I expected Damon to be lying next to me, but instead, I found a note with his handwriting on it. I sat up in my bed, clutching my blanket close to my bare frame, and picked up the note, opening and reading it.

Dear Elena,

I'm sorry you had to wake up without me there. Jenna came up to check on you this morning, and I don't think she'd much appreciate a man in your bed you weren't known to be dating. So, instead, I leave these words behind.

A thousand times the worse to want thy light.

Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books,

But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.

Until our next meeting, my Juliet.

Sincerely,

Your Romeo, Damon.

I sighed, shaking my head. I hugged the note, smiling dreamily. I had found my Romeo.

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